Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Going out with paper and pen every day, Lan Tang is like a poet who observes the world.

He is sometimes indifferent, sometimes confused, and occasionally feels the heartache of his motherland, and can't help but want to escape. This year's special environment in Yokohama gave him a clear understanding of the world.

This is no carefree paradise.

"Thank you for your rescue. I am Katrin, a French tourist who came to Japan for sightseeing." The European girl who was rescued by Lan Tang out of empathy, wearing the latest gauze hat, was not afraid that she was almost dragged into the Instead, she patted the long skirt on the matter in the alley, and said to the long-haired Mr. who rescued her with great interest.

If it were the Japanese who saved her, Katrin might not be so proactive.

This gentleman is very nice.She thought this way, until the cold-fearing young man with furry earmuffs was slightly taken aback, looked at him with golden green eyes from certain angles, and answered her in French: "Hi, I'm French too."

Katrin's romantic mood faded quickly, and she resumed a reserved smile, "What a coincidence."

She wailed in her heart, God, why did she let a French fellow come to save herself, even if it was Italy... No, even Germans and British are fine.

Half an hour later, in a coffee shop, Katlin was sitting opposite to the new Mr. Lan Tang, and Katlin complained about her own affairs unsuspectingly, "Mr. Lan Tang, I have four boyfriends, and I came out to be with you A newly-acquainted Japanese-American military officer, he is so handsome, he doesn’t mind being my lover at all, oh, John is not as good-looking as Mr. Lantang, but it would be great in poor Japan..."

Lan Tang: "..."

Catherine complained to herself: "Who knew that Yokohama was in such a mess, and only fellow Frenchmen would lend a helping hand."

After looking up, down, left, and right at Lan Tang's elegant appearance, Katrin wiped away the drool that was about to flow out.

Good-looking is good-looking, but... the risk of being cuckolded is too high.

The natives know the things of the natives.

"Mr. Lan Tang has been in Japan for a few years, so he must not know much about domestic affairs." After talking with him initially, Katrin readily repaid her life-saving grace, "I know everything I want to know. "

Lan Tang put the black top hat on the side of the table, took a sip of the coffee cup, and asked, "Is the domestic war over?"

"War? According to those politicians, it should have been 'never happened'." Catherine shrugged very ladylikely, and her good birth made her know more things. These are no secrets to the upper-middle-class people in France. "The domestic situation is rather tense. I advise Mr. Lan Tang not to return to China, but wait a few years."

Lan Tang's face was gloomy, and he wanted to go back to the country, but he was afraid that something would happen once he returned to the country.

Katrin asked curiously: "Mr. Lantang, you don't look like a commoner, do you have noble blood in your ancestors?"

Lan Tang answered her by shaking his head.

Katrin continued to stir the coffee, her exquisite manicure was pink crystal on the spoon, "If the family was not worried about the risk of the upper class being replaced, who would want to hide in this country place, the air is full of salty sea breeze, pity my other The three boyfriends are still abroad, I don't know how long it will take to see each other..."

Hearing that she couldn't hide her disdain for Japan, Lan Tang frowned, "Why do you say that?"

Katrin covered her mouth frankly: "Don't you know? Japan was defeated."

Lan Tang nodded: "But I heard that France didn't seem to win very well."

Catherine doesn't care: "If you don't lose, you win. France is a big country, while Japan is just an island country in the sea."

After Lan Tangli understood the French girl's logic, he was speechless.

Katrin said lively: "Mr. Lantang, do you have a girlfriend? Are Japanese girls pretty?"

Lan Tang had neither good nor bad feelings for her, "I have a boyfriend."

Katrin leaned back on the chair and exaggeratedly said: "My God, I will pay more attention to rivals like you in the future."

Lan Tang said calmly, "You won't touch him."

Qiu would not like this kind of girl either.

Katrin could hear his confidence, "What kind of occupation is Mr. Lan Tang?"

Lan Tang said gracefully: "Poets."

"I want to read it carefully. I have always been interested in the classical poems of the sixth century, but unfortunately no one reads the ones I created." Catherine became interested in an instant, and did not look down on this profession at all, because the literary and artistic atmosphere of France is higher than that of other countries. It is much richer, yes, it is aimed at the UK, they have Paris, which is known as the fashion capital.

Lan Tang glanced at her, not sure if she was trying to get close.

When Katrin saw him, she knew that he was doubting herself, and explained with a sneer: "I didn't lie to you, besides, I'm not very interested in fellow Frenchmen. I can't handle such a temperamental person like you."

Lan Tang said, "Your words are too vulgar."

Katrin raised her cheeks, and simply refused to drink the mediocre coffee, "It's a foreign country, no one cares."

Lan Tang felt no danger from her, and after chatting about poetry for a while, he was sure that this girl had worked hard on poetry, and the poems she wrote were full of sharp explosive power.

The time for afternoon tea was unexpectedly pleasant, and Catherine became the first Frenchman that Lan Tang intended to befriend.

When we parted, Lan Tang asked her: "Miss Catherine, can you find a French officer for me?"

Katrin teased, "Is it your ex-boyfriend?"

Lan Tang raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were too deep and cold, Katrin kept silent, and bowed her head shyly like a lady.

"No, he's the hero of a tragic story I've heard of."

"his name is……?"

"Andre Gide."

As soon as this name came out, Katrin, who had connections in the military and political circles, heard about it. She unconsciously raised her fingers and opened them again, "This person... is very famous in France recently." After saying such a description, her gaze From cunning to compassion, fingers covered with a layer of white lace gloves caressed the antique coin necklace around his neck, "a sad fugitive, a traitor nailed to the pillar of shame, a ghost who lost his hometown."

"Mr. Lan Tang, you know him, what do you want to do? As the saying goes, most people can't do anything."

"I feel sad."

Lan Tang said in a calm tone, because Qiu also let him get in touch with more emotions.

This story is what he is not satisfied with, neither the middle nor the end, he wants to change the bad decision of the motherland.

Katrin was silent, and said with a smile: "Mr. Lan Tang is a kind person."

Lan Tang replied: "I'm not, I know, I just can't bear the motherland to give up such a person."

Katrin sighed, looking dispirited respectively.

"How can you help him..."

The melancholy voice of the French girl, accompanied by the wind in this gray age, caught Lan Tang's thoughts.

Yes.

Knowing the truth of the story, what can he do?

Ma Shengqiu also used the key to open the door, and heard the sound of the piano coming from the living room. Lan Tang, who had not resumed his home attire, took off his coat and was rarely wearing only a shirt, vest and trousers.The hands of the young French danced lightly on the keys. The sound of the piano was melodious. Ma Shengqiu also relaxed and listened to it, leaning against the wall without disturbing him.

At the end of the song, Lan Tang asked the man closest to him in the world: "What can I do?"

Ma Shengqiu also said word by word: "As long as you think, the whole world is your adventure paradise, you can do everything you want to do, if you have no thoughts, why not start with what you are best at."

Lan Tang said: "Write poetry?" Is it useful?

Ma Shengqiu also curled the corner of his mouth: "It depends on who it is for."

Some people regard it as dust, while others regard it as precious things, such as him, he is waiting for poetry.

Lan Tang seemed to see his intention, and turned his head embarrassedly, "Qiu Ye, I have written a poem for you."

"When did you have the confidence to read to me in bed the kind of poetry you used to practice your hands?" Ma Shengqiu also stretched out his hand from behind Lantang, not to hug, but to touch the piano, a piece of music that may be heard in this world , "Ode to Joy", which may not have been played briskly.

The sad atmosphere was expelled.

"What I want is all the love you have condensed."

Ma Shengqiu also kissed him to soothe his lover's soul, and then they both laughed.

Thinking of the rich dating history of French girls, Lan Tang jokingly said, "Qiu is too greedy."

However, he likes to always look forward and hold the present Qiu Ye.

He wants to see more and more...

Until Weiqiu also wrote poems representing the soul.

at night.

The two were whispering, "I heard French compatriots say that Japan is a country?" "Lan Tang, are you discriminating against country people? Be careful that the next novel will become a country lady." "No." "Then accept it." Speaking of your proud French expression, you do as the Romans do, and you are also half a countryman, but my colleagues know that I have a French wife~."

Before falling asleep, Lan Tang thought about many things, about stories, about writing poems, and about his own past...

If Japan is a remote place, what is the point of coming here?

If he had a spy mission.

The undercover target—is it Shuya? ! !

……

"The Most Highest Love": The highest love, it is better than memory.From fire without a hearth I made all my days, in what destiny did you paint my story, in what sleep did you see your honor, O my dwelling place...

— Katrin Potts.